I want to fast forward my life till I’m married with three kids.

This is not one easy month to go through. First, my adulthood. Then, a relationship disappointed. Next, failed trips. And the list goes on and on. A year ago, I was feeling as shitty too. I impulsively bought a return ticket to Siem Reap instead. This year, I sulked. No song could sing how I feel right now. Perhaps my blogging life should come into end as well. I sound way too depressing.

Where were the happy days?

The moment I was spooned with no love making required, the moment I wake up sleeping on your arms, the moment you held my hand and introduced me as your girl, the moment you hugged me so tight I could not breathe, the moment we were blasting music at 4am on the balcony, smoking, sharing our thoughts with your arms wrapped on my waist, the moment you looked at me and asked the same question 5 times, the moment you stare at my body when I came out of the room with that white bikini on, the moment we laughed and played at the blue pools, the moment we fought over who should cook the cuttlefish, the moment where you held my hands, spun me on the dancefloor with all eyes on us, the moment we share our deepest secrets, the moment you share your favourite song and make me listen to it on the spot, the moment you surprised me on my special day, the moment you gave me a peck when no one was in the room looking, the moment I smile gleefully when I see you in front of me, the moment you said I am good at heart and treat kids well.

I want these moments back.

My secret : I’m a sucker for love.